Uh, so I found out this weekend while reading Newsweek that sometimes John Updike, Samuel Beckett and even Anton Chekhov got into these funks where they sought coherence in their Weblogs but they couldn't write articulate posts not only because they did not have the coherent thoughts that day but also because they didn't have the Internet. So what they did is they did these posts where there was no underlying thesis statement but instead just wrote whatever came to mind, but because they had just written a post like that three days prior, they included a humorous, postmodern introduction that made their readership realize what virtuoso authors they were. "The Cherry Orchard" was written just four days after Chekhov wrote a post in his 'blog that he was in a Christmas mood, as is well documented.
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I am in a Christmas mood. I am unsure why. (Jungian analysis: I would like a little baby Jesus of my own.) (Freudian analysis: I would like a little baby Jesus of my own so I can have more sex with my wife in the attempt.) Regardless of le why, I have now had two December-25th-related conversations in the past two days, and Over the Rhine's The Longest Night of the Year is in my automobile's1 CD player. Thus, by the end of this week, I will have up my Christmas predilections ("Oh Holy Night") and pet peeves ("Oh Holy Night" sung by an atonal vocalist with no range). I need this list to be comprehensive, so please help be reminiscent.
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You know what I like about television? You do? Oh. Forget it, then.
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I have been asked the delay the termination of le contest current until Wednesday at 10:00P Eastern2, so I am doing so.
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Um, so for those of you who are in bell choir and whom I do not think I have yet told, practice is Thursday this week, not Tuesday. If you are the one with a sister, I did send an e-mail to your sister about it.
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Speaking of which: The first person from Our Lady of Lourdes who is not named Devon or Paul and who posts a comment here gets three points.
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Ed, Annie: Please ignore my "C" for My Immense Overweight Greek Orthodox Wedding. The more I consider the film, the more it appears like a toned-down, less-clever episode of "My Name is Edward and I Have a Show on NBC". (It's like "Ed" in mood and in tenor, not in content, but I’m sure it's the general cordiality and quirkiness of the show that you're groovin' on, not the bowling and law aspects.) You'll both at least marginally like it, just like ever other American this side of the Mississippi oh and did I mention also the other side.
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I love listening to Dick Cheney. I really do. He can talk about the Iraq possibly having nuclear weapons and we need to start a war with them, and yet I am tranquil. I can't explain.
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1 I am not much for admiring the aesthetics of four-wheeled horses3, but the Cooper Mini is, without a doubt, the most capital-C Cute car on the road. Wow.
2 Okay, yes, I mean no, the requester was not quite that specific. I'm a regular Ann Coulter, I am.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
